Cows Pickled Garbage Soup
You thought it out, you looked it up You tried to see what your place was Heard them talk, watched them watch Found that you weren't related
You were tracked, you were found You were fooled and you were baited But you had to go, you had to look You had to ask what their name was
You always stay, you're always stuck You never see the equation You're one of these, you're one of them You're one of those kind of strangers
